I think Christopher Walken and Willem Dafoe are trying to kill me. I've noticed them taking turns keeping my house under surveillance. They hide in my neighbor's bushes across the street and peer through them, and when I come out to feed my dog they tiptoe surreptitiously from tree to tree. I pretend I don't notice them, but it gets to be pretty creepy after awhile.
Yesterday I was getting in my car, and I checked underneath it to make sure there weren't any kittens under there. I found a bomb, wired to my ignition. I looked up real quick and saw Christopher Walken duck behind the bushes again.
Later on at the mall I was sitting in the bathroom, and suddenly a large, poisonous-looking snake began to slither under the door. In one of those brave moments that occur sometimes in life-or-death situations, I grabbed the snake and hurled it over the stall. I jumped up and opened the door just in time to see Willem Dafoe running out of the bathroom with the snake wrapped around his neck.
When I got home that night there was a package on my doorstep with the words "Urgent! Open Immediately!" scrawled on it. It had no return address. I looked across the street, and there they were, peering out from the bushes again -- both Christopher Walken and Willem Dafoe. I am afraid to open the package. I am afraid, period.
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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
